No Stripe Snap Pants

As a child, I always had knock-offs. My parents would never buy me name brand clothes or toys. At the time it felt like child abuse, with my snap pants from Zellers that had no stripes or my hoodies and sweatshirts that were from similar stores.  Nike and Adidas were too expensive, so I always had the rip offs.  Remember "Starter jackets"?  I got one (couldn't tell you why I wanted one) on sale of course, because there was a spelling mistake on the team name, which I had never heard of because apparently they made non-NHL ones?  Ugh, little me, what were you thinking?

  The only time I got name brand clothes was if they were on sale.  I remember my mom bought me a Tommy Hilfiger t-shirt that was clearly out of style at this point, and it made my gross little grade 7 boobies look even worse in my bra that certainly wasn't from La Senza.  I wore it with pride anyway.  I'm glad my parents did this for me, although I'm sure I was a little jerk about it at the time.  It has taught me what is really important in life, has saved me hundreds of dollars on shit I could have bought, and now allows me to scoff and roll my eyes at people who do not share my always-right opinion and spend way too much money on material things.  (Right?)

One of the things that my parents cheaped out on was a mp3 player for my birthday years ago.  Right when iPods were coming out and becoming popular, I got an "RCA Lyra mp3 player."  This thing lasted me a surprisingly long time and it was perfect as I had just moved to a new city where I did a lot of walking and busing so a soundtrack just added to how great I felt about everything.  The poor bugger eventually started losing memory, and songs were just disappearing off of it every other day.  I was getting pretty sick of this, especially when it was down to the last three songs.  One day, I was down to a single song, and I'm going to argue that there isn't a worse song to be "The Only Song You Are Allowed To Listen To."  In true West Coast fashion, I walked down to the ocean, not even listening to it anymore because I was so sick of this song, and threw it as far as I could into the ocean.  (I'm sure it was the most embarrassing "girl throw" to be honest)  I shortly after switched to using a walkman.  Although it was a lot bulkier and kind of a pain in the ass if you weren't digging a song, it was a hell of a lot better than listening to one song over and over and over and over.

I've made a playlist of the memorable songs that I listened to on the Lyra.  You can listen to it below.  Below that I posted the "Last Song".  I can still barely listen to it.

RCA Lyra mp3 Y'all from alivandali on 8tracks Radio.